I just finished Supergod by Grant Morrison. If you have any interest in comics, read it. If you don’t have any interest in comics but like intelligent commentary on pop culture, read it. It’s fantastic.
Near the end, Morrison discussed some internet interactions. It reminded me of my previous hater post.
Soon film studios were afraid to move without the approval of the raging Internet masses. They represented only the most minuscule fraction of a percentage of the popular audience that gave a shit, but they were very remarkably, superhumanly angry, like the great head of Oz, and so very persistent that they could easily appear in the imagination as an all-conquering army of mean-spirited, judgmental fogies.
In the shadow of The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell’s immensely influential book on social networks and marketing, nobody wanted to risk bad word of mouth, little realizing that they were reacting, in many cases, to the opinions of a few troublemakers who knew nothing but contempt for the universe and all its contents and could hardly be relied upon to put a positive spin on anything that wasn’t the misery and misfortune of others. Too many businesspeople who should have known better began to take seriously the ravings of misinformed, often barely literate malcontents who took revenge on the cruel world by dismissing everything that came their way with the same jaded, geriatric “Meh.”
Or, haters gonna hate, so don't think about them.
Big things have been going on over at the home of the Abominable Gentlemen. Rowan reveals just a bit of our schemes of world-obliteration (domination is so mundane). But there’s nothing you can do about it. And Everington reveals that I am his alter-ego. The problem with his statement is that I can’t really reveal it.